Conquered

She is your own gifted song thrush.
Making music inside your cold heart.
It sways inadvertently you get a crush.
Drooling at her while it skips a beat.

She has a way she looks at you.
A possibility of wanting to better.
To rid yourself of sins none have a clue.
Confessing them to her in a love letter.

Her lips burn yours with such passion.
As she awakens a freak beneath her touch.
Igniting a fire that betrayal long put out.
You feel vulnerable beyond much.

Her whispers remind you of her love.
In between panting and her soft moans.
When you hungrily pound her dove.
Sinking deep your throbbing zones.

You slowly fall in love with her madly.
Giving her what you vowed never again.
She mends your broken heart gladly.
Showing you not all was in vain.

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